tied up and twisted.. the way i LOVE to be.
The world is just a small town; we all know how people like to get down…
(Make the love, paint the picture, write that song…)
I love you, don’t ever fucking question that. Sometimes I want to scream. The song above as well as the first line is atmosphere.. Sometimes I really don’t know any other way to tell you than to yell. It’s like seriously, how can you question that? If there’s anything I don’t do, it’s lie. Sure, I can now be classified as a cheater, which sounds so gross, especially since I don’t think of myself like that. But then again, maybe I don’t love you, maybe I just like you, and soon, I’ll only want to be your friend, or maybe not even that. So maybe I’m lying, but really, who am I lying to?
Myself…
So I guess it doesn’t matter, right? I mean, what am I gonna do, kick my own ass? I’ve already done that, I’ve emotionally ruined myself. Like for example, there’s this guy, and he has a thing for me, and if I wasn’t SO scared of what might happen, I’d let myself see where it went, but then there I go again, I’m lying. I’m lying to myself again. Pretending that you are nothing to me, that’s a lie.
Oh gosh Nicole, when will you leave this poor boy alone?
p.s. to anyone that doesn’t answer text messages, fuck you.
i'm getting really sick of talking to him and having him hear, but not listen. he never does, he never did. i've been forced to just get over it and hope he's in a better mood in the morning. I HATE IT! i'm over this whole being more mature than my dad shit. i didnt do anything wrong, yet i'm in trouble. literally, nothing wrong. usually i'm pretty aware when i'm wrong, and i'm the first to admit it, but now, i'm just confused, its funny almost.. i can't wait until i'm gone and he misses me, and then, he'll call me, and i wont answer... mm, that day will be glorious.